The Distant Clue
The count began with the silver, twelve chalices for the King’s tax collectors, polished until they reflected the flickering tallow of the hall and the hollow eyes of Sir Aldric, who stood by the hearth with his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, a gesture that had become as habitual and useless as a farmer’s grip on a plowshare in deep winter. The feast was a lie dressed in velvet; the air...
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